Robert Frost

Robert Frost

While I’ve a nearly lifelong love for Kipling, plus a number of the classic english poets, I have also developed a liking for a number of poems by Robert Frost, such as this example posted recently at Men of the West. STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING” BY ROBERT FROST Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake Read more »